I started my day with chai made from scratch, which I drank from my big NPR mug. It was yummy.
Local peaches are in and they are GOOD. (Having been spoiled in the American South, I do not give out this compliment liberally.) I cut one up in a bowl and pour a little milk over it just as my grandparents used to do when my brother and I would ask for a snack to get us through a long summer afternoon of playing out back under the hickory trees.
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I got my car washed at the Downtown Mission for their fundraiser. A large crew of unshaven gentlemen armed with brushes, sponges and buckets of soapy water attacked my little City Golf with great care and thoroughness. A very tall man did the roof while a diminutive fellow took care of the wheel rims. A young woman scrubbed the grill. A man holding a chamois paced about until after the car had been rinsed, then went to work drying and polishing.
When they were done and I had given my donation, I complimented them on the way my little car sparkled. The short one puffed out his chest and announced, “I’m going back to school!“
“Really?” I asked. “Good for you. Where?”
He named a local adult ed centre, then elaborated. “Right now I’m in literacy. I like it because it’s easy. After that I have to take biology, geography and math. I don’t know anything about those.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great,” I said with a smile. He smiled back.
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After spending several hours at work getting lessons created and worksheets printed out for the coming weeks, I returned home to an apartment that smells of cardamom, cinnamon, anise and ginger.
simmering chai spices
I have never heard of peaches served with milk – lovely!
Or cream, actually. I think that’s where the expression “peaches and cream” came from. No?